The Bujang Lapuk
Alya Pregnant

This afternoon, Za accidentally sat on the front porch of the house. Things that had never been done during his stay in his new home. He was just wondering which neighbor Fadhil said often watched him. Because indeed he did not know the inhabitants of the house on his right and also in front of his house. They may be busy people who are only at home in the morning and evening.

Looks like Fadhil just made it up. The fence of his house as well as the high neighbor house does not allow to peek into the neighboring house. Even with feet. But when Za looked up, she found a man standing on the balcony of the house staring at her. The man Za taxir was the same age as her was throwing a smile at her. Za reflex nodded kindly. He did not know who his front neighbor was.

But suddenly, the smile on the man's face was sitna. Slowly he took a step into the house.

"Intentionally seeking attention?" The heavy sound made Za turn towards the door of her house. Fadhil has been standing at that door for some time.

"Who is looking for attention?" za replied in self-defense.

"Why do you sit here? Let's see the neighbors?"

Za smiled amusedly at Fadhil's sour face. "Yes, just want to. People have to stay inside the house. Occasionally sitting on the porch while shaken is okay. In my own house." Za deliberately fished Fadhil.

He got out of his chair and went into the house before Fadhil replied. The curiosity is complete. It turned out that the front neighbor of the house became a stalker.

"You ngeting too, Mum?" tanya Za saw Fadhil's face still bent.

"Why the hell, honey?" ask her again while rubbing her husband's face overgrown with fine fur.

"What, Za? Haven't heard. Try again!" sahut Fadhil's.

"Why is it pouting like this?"

"Not that. Repeat that!"

"Which one, anyway? Why...Honey?"

Za frowned seeing Fadhil smiling widely. Maybe because during marriage, this time Za called her husband dear. And it turns out the effect is amazing. Her husband's mood jumped instantly. Fadhil no longer has a sour face like when he entered the house earlier. It seems like you have to get used to the new call.

"Mas!"

"Hmm?"

"Udah yes the spindle, I want to cook," said Za because Fadhil had no intention of lifting his head from his lap.

"Not cooking. I want to take you to Mom's house. Bian didn't come here. Alya kept vomiting all day long, he said," said Fadhil who lately was so busy with new business projects with Bian.

"Huh?! Seriously? Don't-don't….Alya's pregnant." guess Za.

"Must be surprised? They're already married. What's the problem with Alya being pregnant?"

"It's not that, Mom. They plan to have children after Alya graduates. How it's even now."

"It's sustenance no one knows. Come prepare. We're going there now."

"That's not all papa. Just going to Mom's, right?" sahut Za who was already wearing pajamas, a long and home veil.

Fadhil raised his head. Then take the key in the upper room.

Along the way Za did not stop squeaking. Imagine if his guess was right. Alya once said that she is not ready to have children anytime soon. Remembering their marriage was very sudden. But if it's time to get a deposit, no one can refuse. Only a month Bian at home, Alya is already pregnant.

If that was the case, her mother would definitely be one of the very happy people. Because the nephew who has been considered as a child will soon have a baby. Moreover, her mother Alya, she would definitely welcome her future granddaughter happily.

While he was, Za was breathing rough. Why is it he himself who now compares himself to Alya. Za rubbed his stomach slowly. He looked over as his burly hands rubbed his stomach.

"Why not, Mom." A spoken answer to cover up his grief.

"If Alya was pregnant she must have loved many people. Mas Bian, Mom, Dad, Mom and Dad Alya."

"You jealous?"

Za smiled blandly. "No, my mother."

Za rushed down as the car stopped in front of his house. He rushed into the house looking for a person who could be asked about Alya. From the kitchen, he saw his mother carrying fruit juice.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Why didn't you say you wanted to come here? I haven't cooked."

"No papa. Later Za help cook," replied Za. "Where's Bian going, Mom?"

"Inside. Alya from the morning was not feeling well. Thank God, I want to have a grandchild. Alya's pregnant, Za."

True to Za's guess. His smile also expands to see the happy look that emanates from his mother's face. Although not his biological son-in-law, it was so happy that his mother welcomed Bian's future children.

"Mommy wants to drink to Alya. Poor him from the morning not to eat. Nausea continues."

Za nodded then she followed her mother into Bian's room. Alya seemed to be lying on Bian's lap. Even though Za always received the same treatment from her husband, it was still envious to see them.

"Congratulations, Mom. Alya," said Za while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Alya smiled behind her lethargic face. Even to hold your head up looks reluctant. So Bian had to support him when he wanted to drink. Fortunately, Bian was so patient. Not only Bian, Bu Rahma was also so painstakingly holding a glass waiting for Alya to finish drinking. If this is the case, Bian's plan to bring Alya to his house will definitely be prevented.

"Have you?" ma'am Rahma asked after Alya stopped sucking the pipette.

Alya nodded slowly. A moment later, he returned nauseous. Za grimaced at Alya's reaction after drinking. It turned out that being pregnant was not what she had imagined. Za could feel how Alya was suffering right now. No food comes in because it is always nauseous. His hand then stretched out rubbing the shoulder of his cousin's wife.

At a small table in the corner of the room, Ms. Rahma put a glass whose contents only reduced slightly. Lots of food there. Shortly after, Alya's mother appears with a bowl.

"Cobain, Yes. I made your favorite corn soup" said the glasses woman. But Alya still answered.

"Later on, Mom. Afraid of nausea again. Poor Mas Bian from earlier cleanin former vomit Alya."

"It's okay, honey. You are like this because of Mas Bian," said Bian gently. "Try first yes, Mas bribe a little."

Alya nodded slowly. With alacrity Bu Rahma arranged a pillow for Alya's backrest.

"Thank you, Bulek," said Alya because he felt sorry all was so attentive to him.

"Yes wis. You eat first yes, while still warm soup," said Ms Rahma.

They also came out of the room so that Alaya felt comfortable alone with her husband. Eating with the attention of many people will definitely make Alya nervous even though they are not someone else.

"Pity of Alya" Za muttered as she sat down with her mother.

"Bring pregnant people is different. Mom used to be pregnant you were the one who often nauseated your father," said Ms. Rahma.

"Tomorrow if Za is pregnant, you are the one who is nauseous, Mas," Za told Fadhil sitting next to her. But Fadhil did not immediately reply because he was busy with his cellphone.